I don't feel it, You say. And, pray tell her
name, my sir, that i may find she thee and prithee

Bear me off to southern sounds, fallow fields,
an altar ground, a garland rope of singing springtime snows.

this may be more than i can--;;
                        YOU
                        ARE
 ­                       NOT
                        WOR
          ­              THW
                        HILE

and i had such an awful dream last night--

you said, Bronwen, my love;
and i could not sweep her hair from the floorboards
beneath which you hid your ***** mags from mice.

because you tell me about it.

                                                            ­              WHOAM?
you speak of gOd like dOgs & i am worthless coinage
in the sewers. the sewers find my dress still hanging from your bones.
your bones your bones your piano finger bones
kiss me again

until my lips swell my throat bleeds i do not want you to know how much i crawl spiderlike through the trails of hair in the drain as the autumn leaves the summer leaves the spring buds freeze over hell i am not i am not listening pan-drum please let me say this one last thing:;

he is your accordion player the ***** player man who speaks fluent french and inflected english he is your accordion player on the pipes-----

and you say i do not feel and i reply,

this is too bad too late, chuckle replay as your fantasy walks through the door my team my team she is porcelain lovely see the perfume in your synesthesia colorblind goat footed grandiose Cesar with epilepsy she is your dream she is she is she is!

&meanwhile; the trumpet in soul still plays solfeggio---

1 2 le 3 4 1 2 le 3---1 2 le 3 4 1 3--le 1 le 3 le 1
she is the discord of the seventh in the tenor line
she is membranes she is rain she is towels

                      LEIGH **** IT

if only if only you weren't so lonely i might call you mine and bring you back homely.
IF ONLY-----Charles weren't so busy while you

stare at silver spoons and cherub smiles

and cupid calls you home again.

The door and the doorway
form a cocoon around my
fingers and this metamorphosis
is still lovely because instead
of a butterfly I get bruises.
and white hot knuckles.
and a raspy throat when
afterwards I asked myself where
the air scampered
away to I think it’s hiding
under my bed and in the
piles of clothes that I
left on my floor because
every time I tried to pick them
up
I picked
up
the phone instead.

Don’t talk to me as if I’m
the last string holding the
tag on your bed sheets together
hile telling me that
I’m the last string keeping
you away from a 200 foot fall
while you’re bungee jumping
how do you expect me to
snap you back in place every time
you wander
I am not elastic.


it isn’t me that turns your
words into cobwebs in this breeze
I’ve heard everything you want to say to me
1000 times before
at least
give me a square of time
for my own thoughts
to act as a feather duster
in the attic of my mind.
to clean up your cobwebs
where you nested once,
you lay your eggs inside of me
and there are 2000 tiny animals
ravaging what I was saving for us
what’s left of my mind
I have a bottle cap and
a glass heart that you
copped from DC
you’re still running
and these bottles of vicodin
and oxycodone are chasing you
but you haven’t yet realized
that you’ve already tripped

Con acorde concento, o con rüidos
músicos, ensordeces al gusano,
para que los enojos del verano
no atienda, ni del cielo los bramidos.
No es piedad confundirle los sentidos;
codicia sí, guardándole, tirano,
para que su mortaja con su mano
hile y, en su mortaja, tus vestidos.
Nació paloma, y, en tu seno, el vuelo
perdió; gusano, arrastra despreciado,
y osas llamar tu vil cautela celo.
Tal fin tendrá cualquiera desdichado
a quien estorba oír la voz del cielo,
con músico alboroto, su pecado.

Ich IchIch

Born of Sickness
evoking I'll

I'll I'll I'll
Too Close To Hile
For Me

They all chose to Play
That Was the End

No Hiding In That
A Civil Defense System
Of The Soul?
Proud Majesty of Light?

You Cannot See
Where you. cannot Go

That Rage and Anger Dies Depart
But By Willing Adoration
I come Into thy Presense
Love Shining
For You I Am
And Always Am
No Present Time Like Moment
I       
Will ....     Have Won.

Secrets Hidden
Within Self Defense
Age Old Mystery
Of A Military Battle
Covered and Uncovered

Rising Higher
Rising Higher
Secrets Given
Away From The Public
Praise God For This Givingness!!
My Mind
Our Mind
Forever Connected  Morrow
Life Now Dumpty
Return Not Without a Rose
Make It Willing
My Lover Waits
Her Sadness Is Your Heart
All Mystery Sorrow
Til it's Know In Flesh

Truth Reveaing Happiness
Love

what.
]] will it ]] ever
take;
scrape /you /from /my /bones
squeeze } you { from my soul
if. only. to.
forget.
hazel
& those hands
for
your ~ laugh ~ to be
less than a  | memory |
& (mercifully)
left -out -of -my
dreams
time cr _ aw _ ls a _ lon __ g
while 《whiskey《 brings 《you
back
those sad songs [i favor]
^have me^
#sittingonthefloor
while words & rhymes
simply shred;
₩hat€ver
is
@left

It’s not just the pursuit
But the chance of failing
Just like a parachute,
Soul carcass hurtling toward earth
With arms flailing
Like having a dispute
With an all of the sudden insignificant other
On a train suddenly derailing
It’s a witches trial
A ****** hile
Or the devil’s smile
As they **** you with kindness
Preying on the praying mind’s mess
Preaching ignorant blindness
As the Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria go sailing
Right up to your hut door
The peace you once knew before
Swiftly taken like Vlad’s impaling
But before my soul dips and attempts bailing
I’ll haunt you like the most vicious ghost
**** with your appliances and burn your toast
Get your lighthouse keeper sauced and tossed
On the fog ridden lost Coast
As you decide which Genocide
That you side with the Most